For a heartbeat, Daisy didn't move.
Aaron's hand waited between them, steady.
The hall held its breath.
Rosalie's eyes were wide and glassy. Amanda's fingers dug into her fan. Alpha Green looked like someone had hit him over the head.
Charles stared, jaw clenched so tight the line of it jumped.
Daisy's pulse hammered against her ribs.
“It's just his hand," she told herself. “Not a chain. Not a cage."
Her wolf spoke, quiet and firm.
We chose already.
Daisy lifted her chin.
Then she put her hand in Aaron's.
His fingers closed around hers, warm and solid. He gave a gentle tug—not commanding, just enough to guide.
She stepped with him toward the center of the hall.
The crowd parted without being asked.
They stopped beneath the great chandelier, the light pouring over them. Daisy'
